A custom-designed suit of surprisingly lightweight body armor built for stealth and agility. Unfortunately, what it gains in freedom-of-movement it loses in protection from brute force and is thus repaired often. The mask serves not only as a filter for toxic atmospheres, but also a temporary air supply in the event its wearer suddenly finds himself floating in the vacuum of space (which is very unlucky, let me tell you…)

Name: Brea Moirai

Age: 25

Previously affiliation: The Grand Sol Duchy

Description: Brea stands 5'7 with a sturdy toned frame. She has long brunette hair that she usually has up in a ponytail. Her eyes are sea green that have an intensity that let others know she is not an easy target. Her skin is a light mocha color and for the most part soft. She has many scars on her body indicating the rough life that she has had. The most notable scar is the one that is across her left eye, which has left partly blind in that eye. She wears a special eye wear to enhance her vision in that eye that's partly blind.
She is a tough girl and isn't one to be pushed around, for the most she is quiet as she doesn't like having too much drama.

Skills: Brea is a jack of all trades, she can do it all. But to say that she is amazing in all the fields of work she has done would be giving her way more credit than is necessary. She is in no way great in everything, but she tries her hardest and is a fast learner. If you need an extra pair of hands for something then Brea is one to call, as there is a good chance she has done it before.
But what she lacks is people skills, as she is not always sure how to talk to them.

Biography:
Brea was born in a mining colony on Pluto to a whore, who didn't care much for having a child. Though the planet was labelled as a mining facility, it had little resources to offer and so soon became a place of entertainment and crime.
With that said, it is easy to tell that Brea had a tough up bringing as she was raised by the community more so than her own mother. But that was how most kids on the little planet were brought up, and in truth she doesn't think her childhood was that bad. Yes she wish she had more of her mother's attention and actually knew who her father was. Any child would want those things if they were deprived of them. From an early age though she learned not to feel sorry for herself as she could of been a slave or a begger. Luckily her mother cared for her enough to at least feed and clothe her and give her a pretty name, but that was as far as her mother would go to show any kindness or affection.
When Brea turned thirteen her mother was beaten to death by a drunk client. This both enraged and devastated her, as even though her mother wasn't kind she still loved her. She wanted revenge and tried to get it by hiring a local assassin, or so claimed to be. The man took what little money Brea could offer, but instead of doing what he was payed to do he went and told the man that she wanted him dead. At hearing this the man that killed her mother laughed and thought to pay Brea a visit.
Brea was playing with a few friends when the man came around, he asked which one placed a hit on him. Without missing a beat Brea stepped forward, she was without fear, or at least appeared to be. The man smiled as he looked down at the little awkward girl who was just hitting puberty. "Bold little thing aren't ya?" He asked, though his speech was slightly slurred which made it evident that he was a little drunk. Brea didn't say anything but looked at the man with her intense green eyes, if looks could kill he would of dropped dead right then and there. The man grew annoyed, hating the way that she looked at him. He struck her with the back of his hand so hard that her little frame went flying. Her head hit hard on a dirty crumbling metal wall, pain bloomed from both sides of her face. One from being hit and the other from connecting with something sharp. She could feel a warm sticky liquid running down the left side of her face. She was confused at first as she pushed herself back up and looked back towards the man, but she couldn't see him or at least not properly. All she could see was his large form coming towards her in a rage. But he never made it to her as something from the shadows appeared, she tried to watch, to see who was helping her but she was dizzy and the pain kept her from focusing.

Next thing Brea could remember waking up on an old mat in a dark room or she thought is was dark. Whoever had taken her in had covered both her eyes in a bandage. "I wouldn't do that, you need time to heal." Came a voice that held a degree of coldness it also sounded different than a humans. She wished to see who was in the room with her, but her head still hurt and the tone of the male voice told her that she was better off just keeping the bandage on. Without saying a word she laid back and fell into a dreamless sleep.
She didn't know how long she slept for, all she knew was that when she woke again her bandage was repositioned so that her good eye was able to see around her. She was in a an old dirty apartment with little to no furniture. That was when she noticed a rather imposing figure sitting cross legged in the middle of the room staring at her. She stared back at the creature that was obviously not human.

She would find out later that the one that saved her was known as Moirai and he was part of the Brotherhood of Mahrl. Though he didn't care much for humans, he had seen something in the little one and so saved her from a sure death. Moirai made it clear that she was free to leave, but if she wanted he could train her to be stronger. Brea was never one to be weak and the offer to be stronger in any sense was one she couldn't resist. So she stayed.

Moirai trained the girl in everything that he knew, but it came clear early in her training that she didn't excel in any one thing. Indeed there were things that she completely failed at, but she tried and that was all he asked for. When she turned eighteen Moirai left her, there was no sobbing farewells or any show of affection, but then she was use to that. All he said when he left was that the Brotherhood of Mahrl needed him and she was ready to be on her own and that she would do well to get off the little planet as there was nothing for her there.

She stayed on the planet for a year and realized that Moirai was right, there was nothing for her there, so she took the next shuttle off. Now to say she paid to get on would be wrong, as she stole her way onto the small ship. She was only on the ship for a day (24hrs) when she was found. A fight broke out when she was found but she was quickly dispatched when the crew figured out she had trouble seeing from her left eye. The captain of the vessel was impressed with her ability to keep fighting even with the disadvantage. He kept her on the ship and offered to make her part of the crew. She accepted. When asked her name she gave it, but they wanted her last name as well. She never had a last name as her mother didn't want to have any more connection than what was needed. Brea smirked slightly as she looked at the captain, "Moirai , my name is Brea Moirai."

She didn't stay with them for long, only a few months. She then traveled around the known galaxies doing odd jobs, getting in fights, learning new things, you name it she has done it. When the offer came she was on some planet she didn't bother learning the name of. She nursing a wound she got from a brawl that most likely turn to a scar. Two men dressed in uniforms too nice to have been the locals, came and handed her a package. She opened it to find a letter written by Moirai, how did she know it was from him? She just knew. The letter told her that great trouble was coming and that she would be needed as an extra pair of hands.

She couldn't deny an old friend and teacher, she then looked up the ship name he had given her. Even though she wasn't as talented as some of the others on the ship, she was Fearless or put on a good front of being so.

Name: Henry Rhodes

Age: 50

Previously affiliation: Church of the Reckoning. Prior to his involvement with The Outlander Henry was an Inquisitor for the Church of the Reckoning

Description:


While almost over the hill Henry sports wiry and deadly muscles from his years on the ground hunting down every rumor the Church sent him to investigate. Standing at 1.8 meters (6 feet even) and weighing about 81kg Henry is an intimidating individual. While he is physically impressive Henry has an equally imposing personality.

Years of running down every hint of the Dark father’s worship has made Henry into a highly persuasive and amicable individual in normal conversation. If however, Henry has reason to believe you are a supporter of the Dark Father he becomes a far darker and more intense individual. Henry becomes undeniable and manipulative when he even thinks someone is associated with the Dark Father or knows anything of the Feral Shadows.

Equipment:


L.P. Boots: Developed for special operations personnel, L.A.P. (Leap. Assistance. Prosthetic.) boots allow the user to make incredible leaps and allow them to slide down or hang from walls when paired with C.P. gloves.

C.P. Gloves The partner prosthetic to the Leap Prosthetic C.P. gloves are climb assistance prosthetics which allow the user to multiply their grip strength by a factor of 6 for extended periods of time allowing the user to hold onto surfaces for climbing purposes. The C.P. gloves also feature limited high strength magnetic grips for hanging from sheer metal surfaces.

Tactical Nanosuit While it lacks the sheer stopping power of heavy power armor or any sort of plated armor the Nanosuit provides the wearer with moderate protection from impact, bladed or bullet impacts as well as a moderate improvement to speed and strength equivalent to about one and a half times that of a normal human. The Nanosuit can also be combined with an atmospheric helmet or mask in order to survive in hard vacuum or to survive high levels of radiation. Henry typically wears the Nanosuit under his order robes.

Skills:

Interrogation: Henry is incredibly adept at getting people to tell him their deepest secrets either through being charming and persuasive or if the need calls for it using force and fear. Henry is a Church trained Inquisitor and as a result possessive extensive knowledge of enhanced interrogation and torture techniques in addition to his natural charisma.

Statistician: Advanced training in probability in statistical analysis as well as training in the accompanying logic for decision rules based on probabilities. It amounts to Henry being able to make mostly cogent decisions and he can read statistical data for populations and samples for studies.

Philosophical reasoning: Henry was trained almost immediately from his ordination as a cleric in Inductive and Deductive reasoning in order to avoid and detect fallacies. This was largely for defending his faith as well as detecting errors in others reasoning.

Tactician & Strategist: After his initial combat training and marksman training Henry was instructed in squad level as well as fleet level tactics and strategies. Traditionally inquisitors had occupied a captain equivalent level in the Church’s hierarchy when it came to open warfare, however many inquisitors rarely make use of the training they have received.

Ship’s officer: Henry has extensive experience as a logistical and tactical officer on board a variety of ships serving on a variety of Grand Sol Duchy ships as well as a variety of Church based ships on a variety of missions related to Church business as well as being on loan by the Church to the Dutchy.

Historian: Henry is an avid historian and is very familiar with the Church and all their history as well as with the Feral Shadow’s history across the Dutchy.

Mid range combatant: While Henry certainly possess extensive knowledge of long range and hand to hand combat from his training with the church; henry prefers to fight in the effective range of his revolver and is very good at making use of cover and his suits enhancements. While usually a non combatant preferring a tactical view of a situation from which to direct subordinates Henry is fully capable of handling himself in a fight

Cryokinetic: Henry is capable of maintaining his body temperature and normal range of functions in sub zero conditions. Additionally he has a moderate control over room temperature and specific



Biography:

All things are earned. For those who weren’t born with a silver spoon in our hand, we’ve paid our way in sorrow, sweat and hard work. My family was the typical too many mouths on too little money. I have no idea where they are today as the church became my family. I left that life behind and never looked back

Crawling up out of the lower middle class of the Duchy to serve the Searing Gauntlet, it took everything I had. It was a way out. I found an education, a purpose and the support of a family where mine had failed. By the age of twenty-two I was slated to become an Inquisitor and the church pulled me from my regular duties to train me in philosophy, law and advance reasoning and mathematics.

In time I was released to safeguard the edges of the Grand Sol Dutchy against the return of Dark Father and the Feral Shadows. Much of the time I spent reporting on the movements of any rebels on the rim as well as other threats to the church and to the Duchy. Occasionally I acted as a Handler for the Church of Reckonings spies and assassins; as well as serving as a bridge officer on a variety of ships. Much of the time it was routine but every once in awhile I grasped at the illusive whispers of the Dark Father and his followers running to ground the Shadows and rumors. Turning over every rock and bringing light to the dark places.
In the end I never found them. The Shadow’s always receded, and the whispers were just whispers. In the end I poured over half my life into chasing a whisper.

Until now...The Shadow’s have finally returned. And now I can serve the Church of Reckoning as I was meant to. When the missive came to serve on The Outlander I jumped at the chance to finally put my self to the test and to truly serve the Searing Gauntlet as I was intended. As an Inquisitor.